The big Welshman was on his hands and knees in the stall. The bridle bit in his mouth pulled his cheeks back to distort his facial features as Madam Cortesè tugged on the leather reins. She was astride his back; naked with just her boots to cover her flesh and her eyes were wide in high sexual arousal. She ground her pussy harder down onto his back, rubbing her excited clitoris harder against the bone of his spine.

"Faster!" she screeched aloud and dug her thin heels back into the flanks of his naked thighs. She lashed savagely backward with the crop at the same time to sting hard across his buttock.

She rode him, fast and furiously around the confines of the stall, her slim thighs gripping the sides of his body as he lumbered painfully on his hands and knees. Again she lashed at him and then again, her back straight and chest out. Hernostrils fared and her mouth opened wide as the heady sensations rushed through her body. The warm feel of him under her, his skin against her open pussy rubbing delightfully with his body movements. The sense of command and outright control however, were the rally best parts of her feelings.

"More! Faster!" she urged and dug her heels into his thighs again to spur him on.
The big man was grunting, his breath rasping heavily as he tried to comply. His knees were raw with the constant scuffing and his limbs ached terribly under her weight. At last he could take no more and pitched forward to sprawl face down on the straw-covered floor gasping for breath.

So aroused by her riding was Madam that she simply continued to jerk her hips down on his body. Rubbing herself wildly toward her fast- approaching orgasm. She grunted animal-like, her hands placed firmly on the shoulders of the man and her knees either side of his bulky frame; she jerked and bucked frantically to take her pleasure. Pressing down hard with all the strength in her body she rutted against him until the gripping tremors of pre- orgasm gripped her. Her body tensed, locking in a spasm of blissful acceptance. Her head threw back and her body arched like a bow. She gurgled and then mewed twice before emitting a piercing scream as she reached her peak.

Her pace slower now, her head hanging down between her outstretched arms she enjoyed the slower finishing strokes that ensured that the after tremors could be fully savoured. At last she slumped forward, her naked breasts pressing down onto the man's back and her face close to his ear.

"No good you Welsh nancy," she panted. "Suffer now you must."

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